Last night I was sitting on my couch, eating a pint of Ben & Jerry's and watching Bridget Jones' Diary: The Edge of Reason, when I heard it. Uncontrollable sobbing. For a minute, I thought it was me. But then I looked down at the Cheeto dust and popcorn kernels at my feet, and I realized it was my floor, crying out for attention. I just want you to know, floor, that I heard you. Help is coming.
Without floors, where would we stand? Seriously, think about it. Would we fall down? Would we get stuck in between worlds? Or would we just float around aimlessly on an endless quest for solid ground? My guess is that our feet would probably just get real dirty.